Two women
One sobbing, one singing
Two women in one body
My body
Two women
Separate in emotion and desire
Separate by what they see
Out their windows
One woman
Sees nothing but good. She
Is kind and open and she loves continuously
She never stops giving and she does
Not regret it. Not a bit at all
She is a river
One woman
Sees the mundane and is reminded
Of he, the fire, who hurts her, he who
Kills her with his not caring
She does not distance herself, fearing she
Will lose herself too when she does
She is oil-
And she hates herself for it
Two women
One aching, one at rest
United in one vessel of flesh
A vessel at war with itself
My flesh
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
Two women
One sobbing, one singing
Two women in one body
My body
Two women
Separate in emotion and desire
Separate by what they see
Out their windows
One woman
Sees nothing but good. She
Is kind and open and she loves continuously
She never stops giving and she does
Not regret it. Not a bit at all
She is a river
One woman
Sees the mundane and is reminded
Of he, the fire, who hurts her, he who
Kills her with his not caring
She does not distance herself, fearing she
Will lose herself too when she does
She is oil-
And she hates herself for it
Two women
One aching, one at rest
United in one vessel of flesh
A vessel at war with itself
My flesh
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